Psalms 110

1 A PSALM OF DAVID. A declaration of YHWH to my Lord: “Sit at My right hand, Until I make Your enemies Your footstool.”

“By David, a psalm.” The Eternal saith unto my Lord, Sit thou at my right hand, until I place thy enemies as a stool for thy feet.

2 YHWH sends the rod of Your strength from Zion, Rule in the midst of Your enemies.

The staff of thy strength will the Eternal stretch forth out of Zion: rule thou in the midst of thy enemies.

3 Your people [are] free-will gifts in the day of Your strength, in the honors of holiness, From the womb, from the morning, You have the dew of Your youth.

Thy people will bring freewill-gifts on the day of thy power, in the ornaments of holiness: as out of the bosom of the morning-dawn so is thine the dew of thy youth.

4 YHWH has sworn, and does not relent, “You [are] a priest for all time, According to the order of Melchizedek.”

The Lord hath sworn, and will not repent of it, Thou shalt be a priest for ever after the order of Malki-zedek.

5 The Lord on Your right hand struck kings In the day of His anger.

The Lord at thy right hand crusheth kings on the day of his wrath.

6 He judges among the nations, He has completed the carcasses, Has struck the head over the mighty earth.

He will judge among the nations—there shall be a fulness of corpses—he crusheth heads on a wide-spread land.

7 He drinks from a brook in the way, Therefore He lifts up the head!

From the brook will he drink on the way: therefore will he lift up the head.